Lena's POV
Abel handled it the way Abel handled everything that required a precise and careful touch, quietly, completely, and with the particular satisfaction of a man who had been waiting for exactly this moment to arrive.
He told me about it on a Thursday morning.
Abel had learned to calibrate when he brought me certain kinds of information, to choose the moment when I was settled and focused rather than just waking up or in the middle of something that required my full attention. He came to my office at ten, knocked, and sat down across from my desk with the folder closed on his knee and the expression that told me the contents were interesting.
"Vanessa Clarke contacted us," he said.
I put my pen down.
"When?"
"Tuesday evening. Through an intermediary, a solicitor she's apparen
